Now me and my skeleton: of course it's eerie, and in my musings on my own mortality, I suppose it gives me a sampling of what my decomposition might look like. (As you know I'm often in cemeteries collecting boulders, and I wonder about the state of decomposition of the inmates). I also think bones are beautiful in their perfect expression of "form follows function." Your treatment of the skeleton has transcended to a masterful drawing in tone, with contrasting dark accents of values which takes it from the reality of photography into a "hand made graphic." And the remnants of the beard is just hysterical. So you've combined death, anatomy, mortality, and personality into a scary, beautiful, funny, work of art.